Fiction

Deep down in a dark forest there is a small dirty and runned down graveyard big enough to hold three ghosts. There is a garden that is alive and well with a water pot that always somehow has water in it.

“Misha, Misha!”

Complex plastic car pieces scatter the tabletop, some not even popping out of their flimsy plastic container. Only the wheels and axis hug onto each other as the rest of the disassembled car sits in a clutter of chaos waiting to be put together.

     "The storm is coming," she says with a pained expression, grabbing my hand. She pulls my arm and drags me through the street with her. Running. 

People always think they have control over everything. That is, much to their disbelief, not true. The force we call Mother Nature is infact all the animals on Earth. Every town has a hidden radio. Only the animals in that town know where it is.

Once upon a time there was a wizned old wizard, a marble, and a blanket. This was before the Earth was born, but not too long. The planet on which the wizard currently resides is Neptune, and can barely sustain life.

When Anita practically breaks the door down, rambling nonsense, and shooting wide eyes towards the forest by my house, I grab her and throw her on the couch, while making soothing noises from the back of my throat.